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*Deamonic scribilings*
Blundermore
The end times will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The end time s will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The e nd times will come. The end times will come. The end times will come. The end times will c ome. The end times will come. the end times will come. The end times will come. The end timed will come. He spoke to me... but i will not go back. no never. He spoke to me and i listened. Why did i listen? He smiled as he said that one scentence. *random scriblings* oh god... He spoke to me. About flames and fire. this land is doomed... like my home land. It is too late. He is already here... Forgiveness will not save me. Perhaps it is fate? Fate might be the truth that I do not want to hear... Before the end we will meet again? Who will i meet? My brothers? Or... oh gods... not him! no t him again! I will not go back. no. Never again... you fool... you can not escape me so easily... what? did i just write that? ne.., never mind... just a slip of the brain... I must be getting worked up over nothing. oh come now Blundermore.... You know it was me... No. I WILL NOT GO BACK! NEVER"! *there are holes where someone has stabbed a quill through the book*